Vol 9 Chapter 51: Rub shoulders
Oliver can also be regarded as a "warrior" who has experienced several times of life and death. At the critical moment, he did not frighten his legs and had no resistance. He subconsciously ducked to the side, while waving a short sword, trying to escape the road.レ; 思 ♥ 路 ♣ 客 レ
However, his strength was much worse than Captain Griguera, and Griguera effectively used the length of the long sword to perform a series of slashes, which prevented him from approaching, unable to give play to the advantages of the short sword, and was passive. Lift the sword to resist.
Dangdang, after a few crisp sounds, the short sword slammed to the ground, and Oliver's right-handed tiger's mouth cracked and blood leaked out.
Grigera sneered, stepping forward, his sword slashed and narrowed Oliver's dodge step by step.
In just a few moments, Oliver found himself forced into a corner, no matter whether it was left to right or forward, he had to face the jīng flashing long sword.
Going to die?
The long sword fell, and Oliver's scalp felt numb. Something seemed to open in his body, irritating his eyes red, and unconsciously clasped the only thing in his hand with both hands, and greeted the long sword.
There was a muffled sound, and Oliver stepped back again, leaning against the cold wall, and the blood on his right-handed tiger's mouth overflowed even more, staining the crystal blue staves with blood.
"Huh!" Gregra didn't mind, and Oliver couldn't beat himself when he had a short sword, and now he had a nondescript short stick.
The only thing that made him a little shaken was that this crystal-clear short stick seemed quite precious. If it was cut, he would definitely feel heartache.
However, he thought of the room full of gems and possible magic items, and the shake quickly disappeared. Anyway, there were so many valuable things. The loss of this scepter was lost. You must hurry to kill Oliver and find the authority The entrance is closed to prevent others from snatching the treasure with yourself!
As soon as the decision was made in his heart, his long sword was already one grid, and his rough movement became detailed. He opened the short staff and pierced Oliver's chest.
Looking at the dazzling sword tip, Oliver's fear erupted, only to feel that the whole world had become extremely slow, and the sword tip snail stabbed towards his chest, but only by his own thinking can he be so fast. The sword is "slow", and can only watch the long sword stab at itself a little bit, unable to respond at all.
Going to die?
I don't want to die!
In a short moment, Oliver fell into a peculiar ethereal state, and then his mind seemed to have a broken string, making a crackling sound, and then he felt that something in his soul was rushing out and flowing towards him. The blue scepter clenched tightly with both hands.
Clicking, a strange "cracking noise" sounded above the short staff, Oliver only felt that he had opened a door, and the whole man was surrounded by a sea of tiny silver and white light.
Poppy!
A silver arc appeared above the short stick, hitting several key points of Grigula without any hindrance.
Griguella's face and chest were quickly blackened, and the long sword stabbed Oliver's body, but he could only fall weakly, only creating a shallow wound.
How could I die ... He stared blankly at the scepter sparkling in front of him, his body falling to the ground softly.
He had long confirmed that Oliver was not an apprentice to magic, and even if the staff was an extraordinary item, he would definitely not be able to use it!
How could this happen? Griguel's eyes widened, and he didn't stare.
Oliver held the short stick in both hands, his back arched like a shrimp, gasping in a big mouth, his head hurt, and he could not wait to hit the wall.
It took a while before he slowed down and slowly raised his head. There were faint blood stains in the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.
"I broke through meditation, and when I became an apprentice, the shock of jīng's power inspired the short stick?" He wondered a bit, "Isn't the short stick supposed to have a core imprint? Was it erased long ago ..."
He shook his head and looked at Griguera with both hands clenching his short staff, only to see the terrible captain, who usually frightened himself, was lying here innocently, his face darkened, his eyes widened, and he could not die anymore died.
Oliver was not assured. He squatted down and examined Gregra's body carefully. After confirming that he was correct, he looked at the short staff in amazement and confusion:
"This is the power of magic?"
After that, he calmed down quickly, closed the entrance, found another secret exit, and then packed the books, items, and gems in the mage's storage bag and left.
It ’s not that he does n’t want to settle here temporarily, and raise his strength first, it is because there is no food here, or he will starve to death here in a few days, and the creatures above the wasteland are more than 90% more than He is strong, but they prefer to kill each other.
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Two days later, Fernando came to the wasteland and planned to find the "dance" organization retreating here. As far as he knows, the "cursed eye" Atlant could not hide, but he was not reconciled and integrated. Many small organizations have been made up for the loss of "Dance" in the last incident.
If not, he would have no news at all and could not find it here.
Of course, he didn't know the exact location of the "dance". Only when he got around and passed the test of the magician who was under surveillance, could he be taken in.
"Well, there are traces of the opening of magical institutions." Recently, the madness of the night watchman made Fernando choose to move carefully and not dare to fly, so he suddenly found a more obvious trace within the range of jīng's magical induction. It seems that the rookie left without effective treatment.
"Is there any relic of the magician hidden here?" Fernando's mood changed for the better, not because he was greedy for money, but because the "All-Continent Magician Council", which was not known to many, was lacking in details, not only materials, but also Lack of money-At the time of the change in Cux, the most severely damaged was the magician union. The two undead vice presidents divided the organization's legacy. At present, it is unknown where to hide, leaving it to Douglas and Fernando. Only the ruined "Sky City" Aringe, if Hathaway had sponsored a large sum of money, Fernando would not know how shabby this exchange with other organizations.
So he paused to move forward, cast spells, and created "secret eyes" and other things. He carefully surveyed the surroundings and confirmed his safety before beginning his efforts to crack the magic organs.
About half an hour, with a click, a gate collapsed above the hill.
After Fernando checked it, the action flew in, and found that most of the gems, materials and items were gone, leaving only a few corners.
"Ah, it's a bit late. If you meet the rookie before, you can deceive him, uh, introduce it to parliament." Fernando sighed with a sigh of relief.
From being taken away from magic books and remaining traces of battle, he initially judged that the treasure was taken by an apprentice rookie through prophetic spells.
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Plants grow in the valley, shrouded in a faint, constantly changing fog.
Erica was holding the thick book with a black cover, reading the content intoxicatingly, and calculating from time to time.
"It turns out we are on the planet ..."
"Gravity is the essence of earth power?"
"Is the earth element the source of gravity?"
"The planet turned like that ..."
"No wonder we will land when we jump ..."
A thin sigh of exclamation and discussion echoed around Erika, and a magician was excited or frowningly discussing "The Mathematical Principles of Philosophy of Magic".
This book subverted their understanding of the world, giving them a sense of disillusionment that the world was like this.
If it weren't for the pioneering xìng content without precedent, many of them would definitely perceive the world to shake, or collapse or freeze. Even so, they have the feeling of being refreshed.
This world turned out to be like this?
This world turned out to be like this!
Looking up at the little stars in the fog, they seemed to see the mysterious trajectory of the stars, everything is no longer so random, but "under control!"
Erica looked for a while, put the book down, rubbed her head, and looked like a jīng fatigue exhaustion, it was too painful to read this book, especially in the absence of knowledge!
She had been taught calculus by Douglas, but at that time only laid a foundation, and many were still hazy. Therefore, it was very difficult to learn "The Mathematical Principles of Philosophy of Magic". It's him.
Seeing that Erika started rubbing her head, the magicians around ran up one after another as fast as rabbits, her eyes condensed on her face, and her mouth begged:
"Erica, it's time to teach us calculus!"
"What do you do with this credit?"
"Spell models are treated like this with calculus?"
Questions like flying flies around Erica's ears, making her brain more chaotic and more irritable.
But looking at the eyes and expressions of all ages, men and women, her heart softened again, yeah, she has the foundation of calculus and can learn by herself while watching, but they ca n’t understand anything, they just have to look at gravity Related description.
At the same time, she raised a strong sense of pride. There were no shortage of high-level magicians, nor middle-level mages who seemed to be better than herself. They all had to ask themselves, even His Excellency Atlant recently Ask yourself about calculus, calculus is truly an epoch-making progress in the field of mathematics and physics!
Erica glanced at the expressions of everyone, and suddenly there was a violent and uncontrollable joy in her heart. After the fall of Aalto, these companions of her own became numb and desperate, like undead, but the book "Mathematical Principles of Philosophy of Magic" The book is like a beacon in the dark It illuminates the darkness, dispels despair, and makes them all overflow with a little hope, not because the magic is not strong enough, but because we have not done enough before! Too much knowledge about this world!
Hope does not die, the inheritance of magic will never cease!
The corner of Erica's mouth quietly hooked up, and began to worry about happiness, explaining the calculus for the companions.
At this time, a magician flew in, and asked the teacher who was among the consulting crowd: "Mr. Vice President, a high-level magician named Fernando asked for a meeting in the mountain hut, and has already been inspected to prevent him from coming in? "
The vice chairman had time to answer in the future, and Erica suddenly stood up: "Mr. Fernando? He is very good at calculus!"
This is what Mr. Douglas said!
—Most magicians don't know that Douglas has been promoted to legend.
"What? Very good at calculus?" Before the words fell, the magicians in the valley disappeared completely, and they all rushed out, leaving only the reporting mage with a blank look at Erica. (To be continued.)